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[Garrosh appeared in the forest. An unfamiliar but lush forest. It's clearly not Ashenvale and it's not any other one he's familiar with, but there's game to be found and it's pleasant. But it is also certainly not Durotar, he's alone, with no gear or weapon and his back is pain. Still, instinct drives him: the first thing an orc needs, be it on Azeroth or in Outland, is some sort of weapon. He scouts around for a sturdy looking branch and a sharp seeming rock to fashion himself, with an hour or so's work, a primitive spear. With this supplementing his eight foot tall, muscular (and tattooed) brown form, he's better off.

...Aside from the weird partial polymorph on his back. He doesn't know magic (at least no well), so while pride dictates he'd prefer not to have these wings, with no immediate implication the black things are a detriment to him and (from when he reached to try to tug on them) the realization that they are sensitive, he's resolved to ignore him until he can force answers out of a mage.

So, the massive but quiet (he is a skilled hunter, after all) man is now skulking in the forest. Both to find something to eat, and to find answers (being as how he ignored the journal at his feet originally, oops). So if you're in the forest, particularly if you're not an orc or troll or goblin or tauren or look like any of those, expect to be hunted. It might be dangerous, but he is looking to question, not kill, at the moment. Probably.

He will, of course, probably make it to town eventually, and when he does you'll also see him going to the Smithy and then promptly back out of town with his gear in hand, following the rivers and going up to survey the mountains/more of the forest over the next few days, camping as he goes. So if you'd like to chime in there, that's possible too.]

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[Well, that didn't work either. As Saleh wasn't quick enough to recover from his spell, and the beast was moving towards him even faster now, there wasn't even enough time to pick up his staff as he once again dashed out of the way. He had two more tomes on him, Elfire and Fimbulvetr, but he wasn't keen on using a fire spell in the forest. So that would leave Fimbulvetr as his next choice.]

[However, he needed a breather before he could cast it, so somehow he needed to disarm this beast. He ran over to a particularly thick tree and stood in front of it, facing the beast and taking a deep breath. If the beast were to attempt to stab again, Saleh's plan was to dodge and hopefully get the spear stuck in the tree trunk.]

[Spirits this guy is fast. Seriously, he must be moving with some sort of swift-footness to get out of the way of charges in a clearing which is probably only about three by three yards. He's honestly never see a human who can move this fast, it's almost like he could run as fast as a a horse, and as agile as one of the night elves' saber cats. To do all this particularly when he should have got a concussion from that first attack? That's nothing short of godlike

Still.

That is the most transparent strategy ever. Even in his battle haze, Garrosh can see through that-]

I am not a charging boar!

[A spear is a stabbing weapon, yes, and there's no edge with which to slash, but he changes his charge at the last moment to make a swing like a baseball bat with it. He thinks - no, knows - the mage will not have anticipated that and it will connect with all his strength somewhere. Rupture an organ, cause bruising, break a bone, he's confident he's got something now.

[...Not a charging boar?]

Then why...?

[The question only came out incomplete as a rasping breath as the monster charged at him once more. Unfortunately, he really didn't see the change of attack motion coming, so even as he started to move, the weapon struck him in the back hard enough to send him crashing into a different tree. The sage dropped to the ground after the impact in pure agony. Still, he attempted to stand again, only to feel the pain coursing through his back and his chest. He still attempted a few times to get up, only to end up falling in pain again, mentally cursing himself. This meant that the beast was free to kill him if it so chose, something that Saleh had vowed to never let happened.]

Great Dragon...I'm...

[He spoke weakly, in an apology for his failure.]

You are defeated. [Great Dragon. He keeps hold of his spear, now going to stand over Saleh. the "Great Dragon" thing puts him on edge, given recent events in Azeroh. He doesn't try to go for a killing blow - though he feels like he ought to now that he's heard the oath to the dragon, and instead he looks imperiously down at the fallen human]

You did not accept surrender, so rightfully, I should kill you. But telly me, are you one of Deathwing's ilk? If so, then a warrior's death is too good for you.

[Even with his aching head, Saleh was still trying to make sense of all this. This beast had attacked him while he had his guard down, demanding his surrender? He had to know why. As for the beast's question...]

Deathwing...? I don't know...I don't know what "Deathwing" is...

[He once again tries to push himself up shakily, looking straight up at the creature standing over him.]

But why...? Why did you attack me...?

[Garrosh leans down, his temper flaring a little as he pulls at Saleh's hair, jerking his head up as he leers at the human]

Deathwing, the dragon aspect who has shattered Azeroth. To what "Great Dragon" do you answer, human?!

[The sudden hair pull takes him by surprise, and certainly doesn't help matters with his head already aching. As he had been ready to drift out of consciousness, he only responds to the initial hair pull with short, pained gasps. His speech comes out broken as he tries to concentrate on answering the questions. It's all he can do just to stay conscious.]

Great Dragon...in my world...is a blessing. He...watches over...all mankind. Long ago...he saved our world...he saved us...from...the Demon King...

In my world...most people had...forgotten him. In my village...we live each day...to honor what he has...done for us...

[His anger does not entirely abate. But he does understand, somewhat. So... Alexstrasza, or something similar, if the beast had helped fell Sargeras (okay, so she might have, but not really) He releases Saleh's hair and stands, grunting to himself.]

Pah. [And he then turns] I will be taking control of this clearing to roast my hunt. You're a worthy warrior, but tell me one more thing- are you people the lackies of Varian Wynn?

[Saleh falls face first again as the beast releases him. And then he lifts his head, shakily.]

Varian...Wynn? I...do not know that name either...

[Taking control of this clearing? Is that the reason why the beast had attacked him? Well, Saleh wouldn't have any problem giving it up, but right now, he doesn't have the strength to just get up and leave...]

Not Alliance... [He grumbles, leaving the clearly briefly to go and collect the deer again. With it in hand, he goes to put the carcass on the ground. He then goes to look through Saleh's bag. Maybe he'll have a knife he can use for skinning and dressing]

[He does have a knife in there, actually. At least Saleh is comfortable enough to realize that this creature isn't going to kill him. So he relaxes on the ground briefly, but then glances at the figure once more.]

Who...who are you...?

I am Garrosh Hellscream. [A beat, and there, the knife. He'll just be getting to work with skinning and prepping this deer's corpse] You would do well to remember it.

[Garrosh Hellscream...it's certainly a unique and intimidating name. A name that Saleh certainly won't forget anytime soon.]

I...I will...

[And since it's only fair, the sage will introduce himself in return.]

I'm...I am Saleh...

You are a skilled mage, Saleh. I will remember that.

[Still skinning and stuff of course. He did this a lot in youth so it's second nature, but it still takes a while]

Mhm...

[He registers the compliment, but isn't about to brag about his ability. As curious as he is to learn more about this...person, he decides it can wait. He lays his head on the ground again, taking in the sight of the trees within his line of vision. A vision which gradually blurs as he feels himself slipping out of consciousness. His eyes drift closed slowly, softly. He would surely meet this creature again, whether he would still be here when the sage awakens or not...]

[Oh, Garrosh is making no effort to remain here the whole time. But there's still the time involved to cut up the deer, clean out the guts, make a fire, roast it. That all will end of taking hours, and he makes no real move to move, wake, or indeed do anything with Saleh. He'll steal this knife and nothing else too, out of some Respect.

If Saleh wakes within those hours, that's possible, but after he finishes eating, he'll have the fire out and get out]

[And Saleh will be out for most of those hours. It's around the time when the roasting is about done when he begins to awaken. He waits a moment for his senses to return before he attempts to move. His upper body no longer hurts as much, but he can still feel the throbbing pain in his head. He lifts his head, looking around; it appears that Garrosh is still here. Slowly, he begins to get up, rubbing the back of his head as he does so, pushing himself into a sitting position for a moment. He glances at where his staff had been kicked. Overall, it looks like he and his belongings are still intact, right where they had been left.]

[Still roasting. He's probably aware that Saleh has awakened, but he's yet to make a move for the guy or for his items. Right now, he's just watching the meet roast and waiting for it to get in his belly. Seriously, he's famished, and it's probably these wings. Somehow]

[Saleh watches Garrosh carefully. He probably should make him aware of his awakening if he isn't already. Saleh doesn't care to try being sneaky. Well, there's really no reason to stick around at this point. It's getting late, and he should probably get back to the village. But would Garrosh simply let him leave? Saleh is still wary of him after that unwarranted attack.]

[First things first, he should retrieve his own items. So carefully, Saleh stands and waits to see how Garrosh would react.]

[A short rumble from the back of his throat is his greeting, and he glances over at the man, a severe look on his face]

I will allow you to retrieve your items and go. If you make any move to attack me, however, you will die.

[Saleh gives a nod in response, although it brings to mind his earlier question that had been unanswered.]

I've no reason to attack you. But...if I may ask...why did you attack me?

I've answered that already. [To secure this clearing. Because he was human and he's on edge. Because there's a risk he was a member of the Twilight's Hammer. Because he was in a bad mood]

[Another pause as he thinks back on the conversation before. Garrosh hadn't outright stated his reasons, but only mentioned taking control of the clearing that could be a possible reason. Perhaps the questioning had been another reason.]

Very well...

[Calmly, he walks over to where his staff lay on the ground. He picks it up and holds it vertically in front of him with both hands. He concentrates, the blue orb of the staff glowing with a soothing energy. Combining that with Nala's magic, he allows the glow to engulf him for a moment to heal himself. Just to be safe.]

[ Healing magic, for a mage? Gosh. That's not fair. Oh well. He keeps his gaze steadily on the human as he goes]

[One day, Saleh will educate him on how magic works in his world, and that he's surpassed the mage level by becoming a sage. In the meantime, when his healing is finished, he'll walk over to his bag. He does a quick exterior examination to see if everything was there. Of course he can't really tell if everything's still in there, so he'll have to search it more thoroughly later. Thankfully he wasn't carrying anything that can't be easily replaced.]

[So he picks up the bag and slings it over his shoulder, giving Garrosh another glance.]

I shall head back to the village now. I suspect we will meet again.

[Since Saleh practically spends more time in the forest than in the village. With that said, he begins to leave the clearing.]

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